Whitebark Stream somnus

a nod. "blackbirds are very special. some say they are not birds at all, but gods." he considered the spread black wings of the ravens that descended upon battlefields. many a good soldier had been returned to earth by their beaks. but that was far too bleak a subject for the boy.

blackbird. he found the child intriguing, despite their lack of commonalities. "do you like the sound that they make?"